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her body finished shuddering through throes of absolute delight. Mountains of ecstasy. Rivers of physical pleasure. And through it all, Wystan continued thrusting into her. Pulling her back down onto him. Lifting his hips to join them more fully. Raising her up again. Matching every one of her movements.
    His dark eyes were waiting for her as the pleasure peaked and subsided, becoming once again a thrum of tension. Only this time, he shifted, rolling her beneath him, and pushing himself up, to put all that physique in perfect line-of sight.
    And what a view!
    Rachel caught her lower lip between her teeth, and ran both hands along every inch of him she could reach, before gripping her fingers into his upper arms. And still he continued pumping into her. Again. More. Harder. Rachel tightened her legs, and met each thrust.
    Little grunts began to accompany his movements. They began as short pants of sound. They steadily grew in length and volume. Her heart heard them first. Then her ears. And then her entire body. They accompanied his movements, pumping with a strength that shook the bed-frame, and jolted the mattress. Again. Harder. Deeper.
    The mattress became a storm-tossed raft. An avalanche-tossed boulder. A tree in a hurricane’s path.
    Wystan’s grunts grew keener. Sharper. Every muscle on display went tighter. Even more defined. And then he shoved a final time, and arched backwards, lifting her, while the longest, deepest groan emitted from his throat. Snakes of veins stood out just beneath his skin.
    His entire body pulsed volcanically, beginning within him, but ending in her.
    Rachel was spellbound. Rapt. It was impossible to look away. Her heart was hammering like a wild thing within her chest as she watched.
    And was caught watching.
    She’d had sex before. She’d been the naïve one. She’d never had anything like this.

 
    CHAPTER NINE
     
    “Hey! Berne? You ever waking up? Or, do I have to come in there and fetch you?”
    Rachel opened her eyes groggily. Blinked on a span of what looked like striped mattress ticking. Despite the dimness, she didn’t have any trouble seeing perfectly. Better than perfectly. She could make out individual threads in the fabric weave.
    Where the hell was she?
    “You’re missing some fantastic grub out here!”
    Munson’s voice filtered through the drapery framing the bed. The room was windowless and dark, except for the sliver of light where the door had been cracked open. It didn’t hamper Rachel’s vision at all. She could pick out all kinds of furniture pieces without squinting. There was a myriad of silver candelabra atop every surface. Everywhere. Man . That Wystan sure did know how to impress a girl. Dried wax had congealed in drip patterns all along the candle holder and trays. That was messy. Looked difficult to clean. Somebody was not going to be happy with that chore.
    Rachel stretched. Sat. The comforter wrapped about her slid off her shoulders to her waist. She jerked it back up.
    She was naked.
    Oh. Shit.
    Images of Wystan were immediate and fierce. All that man. All that muscle. All that bare flesh. Secured between her thighs. She almost expected to see him.
    “I’m having a real English breakfast out here. I could use some help! I’ve got fried back bacon. English sausage. Grilled tomato. Fried bread. Poached eggs. Beans. And they delivered it on silver platters! This has got to match anything served at a five-star hotel! I am so not joking. You coming sometime today, or what?”
    Rachel fought a gagging reflex. Everything Munson described came with an instant aroma. It smelled horrid. Stomach-turning. That was odd. She loved bacon. She rolled onto her belly, fishing beneath the lone pillow at the headboard. Her stun-gun was missing. Not a problem. So were the other eight or so pillows. She and Wystan had done some pretty fierce rocking in here. More than once. No doubt it had fallen somewhere. She’d just have to check...
    An instant later she was